The late-afternoon light was golden, molten now, pouring across the glass and stone buildings arrayed around the site, every surface incandescent.  Before him the vastness of the emptiness of the hole in the city was inflamed with human noise and aspiration.  An arrow's point of sparrows lifted from a nearby roof and wheeled into the deepening blue unopposed.  The moment would last forever, or until everything contained within it was completely destroyed. 

A Disorder Peculiar to the Country

Ken Kalfus